Poor Dense Little Keithy

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Keith, about to confess his galra heritage: There's something I need to get off my chest.

Lance, without thinking: Is it your shirt?

Lance, internally: Oh my god, why am I like this now he knows I like him, this is the worst thing to ever happen to me, oh my god what is he going to say back , oh no he probably hates me I can't ever show my face--

Keith, unphased: No???

Lance, internally: Of fucking course he didn't get it, honestly it's like he's from a different planet or something I swear.

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